Going out this late was probably a bad idea but you needed some air. What better way to get that than picking up some snacks and taking a night stroll.

While leaving the store you noticed a motorcycle, a nice one at that. The owner didn't seem to be around so you took a long look at it, admiring the modifications and finish.

A gruff voice came from behind you, "Like the bike, doll?" Turning around you saw an older, massive man. He was lighting a cigarette as he approached you with a teasing smile. "Ain't it a bit late for you to be out?"